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April 01, 2020
Since my second week of undergraduate classes at the University of Virginia in 2013, I have found a companion in my planner. My beautiful, color-coordinated, perfectly designed planner. I mean, I vividly remember breaking down in ugly tears the day I spilled my coffee on it during my Fourth year, and thinking “how will I survive without my plans?” My social life, my academic needs, my career trajectory and everything else that mattered, including “free time”, was scheduled inside those pages
February 26, 2020
Episode 2 amplifies and deepens the conversation hosts Lizz and Marwah had with activist and author Zyahna Bryant in episode 1. In this episode, Lizz and Marwah hear from two UVA undergraduate women of color, Caroline and Lauren, as they discuss what it means to belong—and not belong—at a predominantly white institution, and how they both advocate for shared spaces.
January 29, 2020
In the first official introduction to Hues, Lizz and Marwah are joined by special guest Zyahna Bryant -- renowned student activist, community organizer, and University of Virginia first-year student. Together they discuss what it means to navigate predominantly white spaces as women of color, exposing and exploring the very real lived experiences that statistics alone can't capture.
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December 13, 2019
Y’all cannot understand how much work and excitement and time has gone into this project.
Maybe this TRAILER will help. Please watch and spread the word.
When can I start
Art by Kirsten Hemrich
November 14, 2019
Last month I found myself sitting around a stranger’s kitchen table with a group of sexual assault survivors and co-conspirators, plotting.
“One system after another is failing us,” said Sarah Carter, the fourth-year College student who founded UVA Survivors in September. Sarah, speaking almost exclusively in motivational phrases, described UVA Survivors as a “radically inclusive” political group for victims of
Art by Kirsten Hemrich
October 02, 2019
As I begin my journey into womanhood, I find things such as starting a family crossing my mind more and more. I think: When do I want to start having children? How many do I want? How much time does that give me to plan my own life and career?
I have always loved children, and I’ve always looked forward to the—very far—day I will begin having them. Most of the time when I ask myself these questions, it’s for fun. I have no serious inclination to have children any time soon, and
Art by Kirsten Hemrich
April 16, 2019
I keep a list of things I want in the notes app on my phone (right below my grocery list and right above late-night ruminations on the failures of my life). Some time ago, I would use this “want” note as a safety blanket or a calming mechanism, relishing in capitalistic promises of a shopping high in the face of immediate stressors like exams and papers. Such a dependency left me feeling pretty empty inside, so I’ve left this note in neglect, and try instead to
Art by Kirsten Hemrich
April 16, 2019
Posting a picture to Instagram is an event. The right filter must be found, a witty caption conjured. As likes accumulate, it is as if each screen tap is a reflection on you as a person. Not just the way you look, but also how you are perceived by others. Instagram squares have become extra limbs, a digital body we construct as a grid. This constant need to impress others online can be exhausting. The urge to exhale, to finally be ourselves in a
Art by Kirsten Hemrich
March 19, 2019
In a few short months, after years and years of stress, I will be graduating from college. I know, I’m not supposed to say ‘graduating’ because I go to UVA and we like to be elitist and use exclusionary language, and learning is supposed to be forever, but I’m sorry TJ. Once I get that diploma, this girl is done learning for a while.
I think I’ve earned a break after spending my whole life
Art by Kirsten Hemrich
March 19, 2019
The worst year of my life started when I walked on Grounds in the stiff August heat to move in to my first year dorm (sans AC). Red-faced, insecure, and awkward, I felt like an intruder on an intimate scene--as if I had just walked into someone else’s life and didn’t know how to leave.
I felt disconnected from my space, my room, the classrooms, the food I ate, the clothes hanging in my